¹³ My son, eat thou honey, because it is good; and the honeycomb, which is sweet to thy taste:

¹ I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

¹⁶ Hast thou found honey? eat so much as is sufficient for thee, lest thou be filled therewith, and vomit it.

¹⁵ Butter and honey shall he eat, that he may know to refuse the evil, and choose the good.

¹⁰ More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

¹⁰³ How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!

²⁷ It is not good to eat much honey: so for men to search their own glory is not glory.

¹¹ Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

⁴ And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins; and his meat was locusts and wild honey.